so you know what. fuck wanting new diamonte covered heels, or even some nice egyptian bed sheets ... all i want is the peace of mind that comes with knowing you can afford food, petrol and rent every week.
so this is what it feels like to be part of the real word. pretty fucking hard.
but i wouldn't change a thing.
I've learnt more in the last three months than i have in the last two years about myself.
I'm probably the calmest I have been too.
Being on my own doesn't bother me so much anymore, mainly because there is no one ive come across that interests me as much.
im craving the physical side though.
earl grey tea comes close, but doesn't quite measure up.

so basically all is well. I just need some food, petrol, shelter and lovin.

perfect.